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Not-so-silent observations that splinter my conversations.
Harnessing the steady flow of random thoughts and musings that continuously interrupt my daily conversations. Paired here with my artwork and photographs from recent adventures.
Non sequitur (pronounced \ˈnän-ˈse-kwə-tər\)- a response which, due to its apparent lack of meaning relative to its context, seems absurd to the point of being humorous or confusing.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Our incorrigible senses have the ability to exhume from the vaults of our minds strikingly vivid, seemingly full-bodied memories and images. Retelling stories ancient within the timeline of our lifetime.

These stories are so old that they no longer have the flesh of their own words.

Yet these memories quickly rise to the surface with the merest scent, the slightest texture, the faintest song. Murky are these moments when we are caught unawares by the persuasive embrace of the past.

For today's creativity challenge I created a layered, textured, collage...I'd like to accompany my collage with a soundtrack and scents...so here are a few. ENJOY!

The subtle scent of lavender and echinacea reminds me of a 13-year-old boy who lent me his scarf one rainy May day in Yellowstone…

Garden roses still remind me of holiday breakfasts with my grandparents alongside their rose garden…decades ago and scraped knees from climbing jagged, sun-drenched lava rocks to play beneath the pines...

The rustle of breeze through summer-lush, cottonwoods, their fecund fluff filling the sky and blanketing the fields like an early snowfall…

The contrast of daily textures so often overlooked…scratchy garden twine against velveteen tomato leaves and their smooth-as-a-baby’s-bottom fruits. Bare feet moving across the warm, deep pile of our area rug onto the cool, warn slats of our hardwood floors…

Curious mixture of raven’s caw-caw, mingled with a grackle’s tweet-tweet and the rhythmic trance of Hearing Damage, resonating within me like a tuning fork…

Have you noticed? Even in the silence the persistent thrum of technology continues to fill the void…we’re never truly without some sense being artificially stimulated, encouraged, triggered…

Our senses conjure from memory the most fragile of images with merely the faintest of hinted scents wafting upon the breeze. Awakening long-quiet parts of ourselves. Simultaneously wild,translucent, sacred and delicate.

What might happen if we could silence all of our senses? Just for one minute? What might we feel?

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